Gemotions

The notification popped up: "Mr. Henderson started following you." Sarah practically leaped out of her chair. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic little drum solo. She grabbed her phone, a grin splitting her face, and threw it in the air, catching it with a triumphant flourish. He *saw* her feed! He'd seen the pictures of her kayaking, of her terrible attempts at baking, of her cat, Mittens, which she had dedicated an entire account to.

She skipped to the kitchen, humming a tune she'd made up on the spot. "He likes my content! He really likes my content!" she announced to an empty room, unable to stop the giddy giggles that bubbled up from her chest.

She immediately started planning her next post. Something clever. Something witty. Something... Mr. Henderson would appreciate. This was going to be fun.